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With the hand around her waist, he pulled her against him. Their chests met, and she moaned into his mouth. Her breasts, already enflamed from his kisses, grew even more sensitive. The sensations in her nipples pulsed through her and settled between her legs, driving her hips forward.
Though he still wore clothing over his lower half, she felt the length of his arousal against her lower belly. Need exploded there, but it wasn’t quite right. She stood on her toes, seeking to position him in the right spot. Then he grazed it, and light flickered behind her eyelids.
He broke the kiss and in a fluid movement, picked her up and delivered her to the settee. He laid her gently on the cushions and stared down at her. His jaw was clenched, and she had the sense that he was just barely composed. She wondered if he ever let himself go completely. She wanted to see that.
“Nora, shall I stop?”
“Now? It’s just becoming interesting.” That flash of pleasure she’d felt hinted at far more to come. There was no way she would allow him to stop. “Show me what to do.”
“You are incomparable.” A faint smile lifted his lips. He knelt on the cushion near her feet. He clasped the ankle next to the back of the settee and pushed her leg up. Then he wrapped his hand around the other ankle, his thumb massaging her flesh. “Trust me to give you pleasure. Can you do that?”
She nodded, her body screaming for release. His hand glided up her calf, stroking her softly as he ascended her leg. Her breath came more quickly, and her pulse pounded in her ears. He flattened his palm against her inner thigh and pushed, exposing her most sensitive flesh.
Instinctively she tried to close her legs, but he held her firmly. “Trust me, Nora.”
He gripped her leg thus while his right hand moved between her thighs. His fingertips skimmed along her flesh. She bucked her hips, shocked at the intimate contact.
He held her fast and stroked her, eliciting the same sensation she’d felt when she’d pushed against him. But it was over and over again, building. His touch became firmer, his thumb finding a particularly sensitive spot that made her cry out. He leaned over and kissed her again, his mouth open and wet and so wonderful.
She kissed him back, desperate for something to keep her from exploding. His finger slipped inside of her then, and once more, her hips came up off the settee.
He ripped his mouth from hers, and their ragged breathing filled the room. His hand continued its delicious assault, provoking her into a mindless frenzy. Without intent, her hips rotated into his touch, seeking more.
His breath rushed against her ear. “I want to put my mouth on you. Will you let me?”
She tried to understand his words, but it was nearly impossible for now he was also kissing her neck, ravishing her flesh. She tipped her head back against the cushion and moaned.
“Nora, please.”
She clutched at his back, her fingers digging into his flesh and strove to answer. “Your mouth…where?”
His finger plunged into her, and light flashed again behind her eyes. “Here.”
Yes, God, yes, whatever he wanted.
She must’ve spoken out loud because he moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of wicked kisses in its wake. When his tongue licked herthere, she made a ghastly sound. A sound she didn’t think a woman could make.
He didn’t take his time, nor was he gentle. As with her breasts, he devoured her, his lips and tongue coaxing her into an increasingly fervent state. She thrust up into him, seeking that sweet release she knew must be coming.
He suckled that sensitive spot as his finger stroked into her, and everything inside of her pulled taut. Time seemed to freeze as her body convulsed. Then the world simply exploded.
Chapter Eleven
Titus felt her orgasm wash through her. Her muscles clenched, and moisture flooded his tongue. Her release, the totality of her abandon, was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
His cock throbbed in his breeches. Menswear was simply not meant for lovemaking. He leaned back and watched her as he stroked her through the aftermath. She was, by far, the loveliest woman he’d ever beheld. And it wasn’t to do with the pale perfection of her breasts, or the gentle slope of her hip, or the rose hue of her lush lips. It was about her trust in him and her boldness in taking what she wanted.
He’d wanted to give her pleasure, and she’d taken it. Indeed, she’d grabbed it with both hands and met it in the most primal fashion. He was, in a word, enraptured.
But he would stop if she asked him to. He’d done what he’d intended. Far more, actually. He’d come here just to be in the same house as this woman who’d thoroughly enchanted him. He’d never imagined they would come together—and certainly not like this. Which wasn’t to say he hadn’t fantasized about it. He’d pictured her thus—naked and sprawled before him, her flesh pink from pleasure—far too many times to count.
She opened her eyes and gazed at him in wonder.
He forced himself to speak. “Nora, if you want me to stop, it must be now.”
She glanced down at the bulge in his breeches. “What about you?”
“This was never about me. It was about you.”
